The Pale Circus

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The Pale Circus

I woke with the taste of iron and old blood in my mouth, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and damp stone. I was lying in the straw of the barn, but my mind was elsewhere, tangled in the grey, howling dark of the night before. The wind had been a living thing that night, clawing at the shutters of the keep, demanding entry with a fury that shook the very foundations of the earth. I had...

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